Almost

His face I know, but only in a dream almost saw you. Something so strong and real that almost made ​​me miss the hug and kiss that almost exchanged.

From our conversations dense.

Images, lights and shadows, as his soul.

Longing for the smell of rain, which allowed you almost wet.

In our bid to almost ignore the world and smile for life.

Suddenly, in the dark room. Dreamed again. Upon awakening, the longing almost continuous. Then the absence. I turned on the light. Nothing worked. Whatever the white and black. I chose to remain almost static. 
 
The longing almost kills me...

going sleep making my ears listen your breath when you sleep deep... my memory it is not so good but you i never forget